Undertale Wrong Number Song Novels & Stories

× - Jessiah (new) - "Sorry. I think you got the wrong number. Please stop texting and calling this number." Received 21:27 Wrong number? Sorry wrong number? Seriously? That's the best she could do? Pure annoyance boomeranged in his aching head as he stared at the thin white letters on the screen, glaring at the steaming pile of bullshit he just read. "You've gotta be kiddin' me..." Jenson muttered under his breath. He shook his head weakly, restraining himself from hurling the useless phone onto the ground till it split into pieces.

Allen to head out of the car first as soon as we reached the mansion. “The number you have dialed is incorrect. Please, check the number, and dial again!” “What the fuck?” I blurted as I checked the number myself to check if I dialed the wrong one. There’s no way I could be mistaken when I dialed the number straight from the inbox who sent me the video. “The number you have dialed is incorrect. Please, check the number, and dial again!” “Damn it!” Could no longer hold onto my frustration; the phone was about to bend sideways as I clenched it in my hand, carrying a big mystery in my head: how come the number was already unreachable?

Somewhere deep down in my heart, I longed to hear my name because if the ones called out nailed their auditions then I would have no chance the next day. "Number 305." My jaw dropped. 305. I was 306. I was even more surprised when the boy in front of me walked towards the lady. I sighed. I took out my phone and was about to text my mom when I heard a group of girls yelling. Looking up, I realised that there were only three people standing next to the lady, even though she had called out four. "I don't care if she went to the bathroom," the lady was saying, "if she's not here, I'll pick another number."

"Selene, they're just working here. Why do you go after them? You don't have to do this. You can get a care center within your budget." Ah, she was making me out to be the villain here. Then, her phone rang. The name on the screen read 'Honey.' She froze up. Yeah, that was probably William on the other side. A sneer curled my lips. "Well, take it. Let's see how he weasels himself out of this one." Melanie took the call and put it on speaker. She also put on an act of a nervous lady, but I saw the look in her eyes. She was gloating.

"Don't say that princess, well you will not be able to reach me tomorrow and maybe next, so I will give you some instructions." "Wait, were are you going?" I asked as I feel two days will now become forever. "I am going to somewhere with no network, I am sorry" I am guessing Village. "Ok, try take your phone maybe this time there would be network" "Ok, here are the instructions, tomorrow where red undies, make sure to eat your breakfast, then at night wear this same jersey. Next tomorrow where black undies and wear your really big singlet to sleep. Never skip any of your meal." the low tune in which h gave the instruction is the most arousing voice I have heard making a moan escape my lips,

She dialled it, but the call rang unanswered, abruptly disconnecting. Alessia’s heart sank. Was he refusing to answer because of lingering anger? Her nervousness grew, and she tried again, with the same result. A mechanical voice intoned, ‘The number you have dialled is unavailable. Please try again later.’ Panic rising, Alessia rushed to the front desk. ‘Excuse me, which room is Logan Wilde in?’ The nurse checked for her. ‘Please give me a second. Are you a family member?’ Alessia cleared her throat. ‘Yes.’

Now it felt like the ground beneath me was crumbling. I had to do something. I couldn’t lose him, not like this. Not to a stupid misunderstanding. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through our messages, scanning all the sweet words we used to say to each other. “Baby girl,” “my love,” “forever mine.” My chest tightened. I wasn’t ready to let go of what we had. I couldn’t. I found his number and pressed call, my hands trembling so badly I almost dropped the phone. It rang once. Twice. Then his deep voice answered, colder than I’d ever heard before.

Then another. And then—his phone started ringing non-stop. Savannah pulled back, blinking. "Cassian, answer it. It might be important." He let out an annoyed sigh and fished his phone out, glancing at the screen. ‘Nate.’ Frowning, he picked up. "What?" "Check your I*******m. Now." Cassian’s stomach twisted. There was something in Nate’s voice that sent a cold shiver down his spine. "Nate, what the hell are you—"

Unknown Number: Don’t you have any plans to go home yet? She frowned, trying to figure out who could’ve sent it. “Why, Avie? Something wrong?” Jamie asked. “Someone texted me,” she replied. “Huh? Why? What did they say?” her two friends asked eagerly, leaning closer to see her phone. “The number looks familiar. That’s Andrei’s,” Sandra said quickly. “Huh?” “That’s the same number that called your phone last night—that’s why we asked him to pick you up,” Sandra explained.

"First you jinx my father, then you found a fake doctor, and now you've brought some old man here to put on a performance! "I originally intended to save you some embarrassment in front of the guests since you're the bride, but since you keep lying again and again, don't blame me for being rude." He pulled out his phone. "My father should have landed by now. I'll call him right now and expose your little act in front of everyone!" With that, he dialed the number in front of all the guests. "Beep... Beep..." No answer. No matter how many times Ethan called, the only response was the unanswered ringing on the other end.